Chords for “Hair Trigger Heart” by Tom Russell live in concert
Tempo:
113.5 bpm
Chords used:
B
E
F#
Bm
G#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Here we [E] go.
[B] Cowboys we are, [G#m] cowboys [B] we shall always be.
[E] Quote Pancho Villa.
[B] You know what Pancho Villa's last words were?
[E] I'm gonna tell you now.
[B] Don't let it in like this [E] boys, tell them I said something.
[B] [E]
[B] [F#] [B]
They say trouble rides a fast horse, [E] they say [B]
forgiveness rides a mule.
Oh [E]
[B] yeah, they've said a lot of things [E] and that's [F#] why I have lived [B] by my own rules.
[E]
[B] You know a man is seen in fragments [E] of scar, limp [B] tattoos and broken teeth.
[E]
[B] Scratch the surface on most men out [E] here and you'll find three men hiding [B] underneath, right?
[E]
[B] But I've come not here to lecture you of good and evil, black and white, or right or wrong.
You [E]
[B] know I've come to sing my stories, I'm the black Jack Davey of all those old gypsy songs.
A loose cannon they have called me, a half-cocked cowboy bone apart.
With my war bag full of cheap suits, dead certain [F#] mister of my hair, trigger hard.
[Bm] Oh baby, I got a hair [E] trigger hard.
Everybody now.
[Bm] I [F#] got a hair [E] trigger hard.
[B] Yeah, I've known love from every angle, I never learned the art of the graceful getaway.
[E] You know [B] the poetry eludes me, I don't give a damn what all the minor poets and songwriters say.
I'm not an alcoholic, I'm a drunk, there's a difference, set them up Jackson.
Make it smart.
[E] My favorite line in the whole [B] show.
I stole that from the great Rosalie Sorrells.
One morning in a train station in Toronto, we were a little [B] hungover back in my drinking days.
[E] [B] And she looks at me and said, Tom, I'm not an alcoholic, I'm a drunk, there's a difference.
And I never learned until later that the difference is the meetings, that's what it is.
[E] [B]
I didn't know the joke.
[E] Back to the show.
[B] I'm not an alcoholic, I'm a drunk, there's a difference.
Set them up kid, make it smart.
I come from horse traders and half breeds and a savage long [F#] line of hair trigger hearts.
Everybody.
Oh [B] baby, I [F#] got a hair trigger [E] heart.
Just the audience.
[Bm] Alright, [F#] [E] one more [Bm] time.
I [F#] got a hair [E] trigger heart.
[G#m] Yeah, all the old [D#m] gunfighters are leaving town.
[G#] Pistol packing [F#] mama, lay your pistol down.
[B] I'm still around.
Baby, I've got one more round.
[F#] And I shall hit the mark with [B] my hair trigger heart.
Hey!
[Bm]
[B] [G#m]
[B]
[E] [B]
[D#] And at the far end of eternity [E] you'll find me at a pub they call the Soden Highway Man.
[B] I'll have a wax museum mustache, might be missing several fingers on my trigger hand.
I'll have forgotten half the alphabet, my name, my age, my Chinese laundry mark.
Between instinct and [E] oblivion, baby, I will always hang on [F#] to my hair trigger heart.
Everybody.
Oh [Bm] baby, I [F#] got a hair [E] trigger heart.
A little bit louder now.
[Bm] I [F#] got a hair trigger [E] heart.
One more time [Bm] now.
[F#] I got a hair trigger [E] heart.
Last time.
[B] [F#] I got a hair [E] trigger heart.
[B] Cowboys we [F#] are.
Cowboys we [B] shall always be.
Hey!
[Bm]
[B] Wah!
[Bm]
[B] [F#]
[Bm] [G#m]
[B] [E]
[B] [E]
[B] [E]
Thad Beckman on the guitar from Denver, Colorado.
[N]
[B] Cowboys we are, [G#m] cowboys [B] we shall always be.
[E] Quote Pancho Villa.
[B] You know what Pancho Villa's last words were?
[E] I'm gonna tell you now.
[B] Don't let it in like this [E] boys, tell them I said something.
[B] [E]
[B] [F#] [B]
They say trouble rides a fast horse, [E] they say [B]
forgiveness rides a mule.
Oh [E]
[B] yeah, they've said a lot of things [E] and that's [F#] why I have lived [B] by my own rules.
[E]
[B] You know a man is seen in fragments [E] of scar, limp [B] tattoos and broken teeth.
[E]
[B] Scratch the surface on most men out [E] here and you'll find three men hiding [B] underneath, right?
[E]
[B] But I've come not here to lecture you of good and evil, black and white, or right or wrong.
You [E]
[B] know I've come to sing my stories, I'm the black Jack Davey of all those old gypsy songs.
A loose cannon they have called me, a half-cocked cowboy bone apart.
With my war bag full of cheap suits, dead certain [F#] mister of my hair, trigger hard.
[Bm] Oh baby, I got a hair [E] trigger hard.
Everybody now.
[Bm] I [F#] got a hair [E] trigger hard.
[B] Yeah, I've known love from every angle, I never learned the art of the graceful getaway.
[E] You know [B] the poetry eludes me, I don't give a damn what all the minor poets and songwriters say.
I'm not an alcoholic, I'm a drunk, there's a difference, set them up Jackson.
Make it smart.
[E] My favorite line in the whole [B] show.
I stole that from the great Rosalie Sorrells.
One morning in a train station in Toronto, we were a little [B] hungover back in my drinking days.
[E] [B] And she looks at me and said, Tom, I'm not an alcoholic, I'm a drunk, there's a difference.
And I never learned until later that the difference is the meetings, that's what it is.
[E] [B]
I didn't know the joke.
[E] Back to the show.
[B] I'm not an alcoholic, I'm a drunk, there's a difference.
Set them up kid, make it smart.
I come from horse traders and half breeds and a savage long [F#] line of hair trigger hearts.
Everybody.
Oh [B] baby, I [F#] got a hair trigger [E] heart.
Just the audience.
[Bm] Alright, [F#] [E] one more [Bm] time.
I [F#] got a hair [E] trigger heart.
[G#m] Yeah, all the old [D#m] gunfighters are leaving town.
[G#] Pistol packing [F#] mama, lay your pistol down.
[B] I'm still around.
Baby, I've got one more round.
[F#] And I shall hit the mark with [B] my hair trigger heart.
Hey!
[Bm]
[B] [G#m]
[B]
[E] [B]
[D#] And at the far end of eternity [E] you'll find me at a pub they call the Soden Highway Man.
[B] I'll have a wax museum mustache, might be missing several fingers on my trigger hand.
I'll have forgotten half the alphabet, my name, my age, my Chinese laundry mark.
Between instinct and [E] oblivion, baby, I will always hang on [F#] to my hair trigger heart.
Everybody.
Oh [Bm] baby, I [F#] got a hair [E] trigger heart.
A little bit louder now.
[Bm] I [F#] got a hair trigger [E] heart.
One more time [Bm] now.
[F#] I got a hair trigger [E] heart.
Last time.
[B] [F#] I got a hair [E] trigger heart.
[B] Cowboys we [F#] are.
Cowboys we [B] shall always be.
Hey!
[Bm]
[B] Wah!
[Bm]
[B] [F#]
[Bm] [G#m]
[B] [E]
[B] [E]
[B] [E]
Thad Beckman on the guitar from Denver, Colorado.
[N]
Key:
B
E
F#
Bm
G#m
B
E
F#
_ _ _ Here we [E] go. _ _
_ [B] Cowboys we are, [G#m] _ cowboys [B] we shall always be.
[E] Quote Pancho Villa. _
[B] You know what Pancho Villa's last words were?
[E] I'm gonna tell you now.
[B] Don't let it in like this [E] boys, tell them I said something.
[B] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [B]
They say trouble rides a fast horse, [E] they say [B]
forgiveness rides a mule.
Oh _ _ [E] _ _ _
[B] yeah, they've said a lot of things [E] and that's [F#] why I have lived [B] by my own rules.
_ [E] _ _ _
[B] You know a man is seen in fragments [E] of scar, limp [B] tattoos and broken teeth.
_ _ [E] _ _ _
[B] Scratch the surface on most men out [E] here and you'll find three men hiding [B] underneath, right?
_ [E] _ _ _
[B] But I've come not here to lecture you of good and evil, black and white, or right or wrong.
You [E] _ _
[B] know I've come to sing my stories, I'm the black Jack Davey of all those old gypsy songs. _ _
A loose cannon they have called me, a half-cocked cowboy bone apart. _ _ _ _
With my war bag full of cheap suits, dead certain [F#] mister of my hair, trigger hard. _ _
[Bm] Oh baby, I got a hair [E] trigger hard.
Everybody now.
[Bm] I [F#] got a hair [E] trigger hard. _
_ _ _ _ [B] Yeah, I've known love from every angle, I never learned the art of the graceful getaway. _
_ [E] _ _ You know [B] the poetry eludes me, I don't give a damn what all the minor poets and songwriters say.
_ _ _ I'm not an alcoholic, I'm a drunk, there's a difference, set them up Jackson.
Make it smart.
_ _ [E] My favorite line in the whole [B] show. _
I stole that from the great Rosalie Sorrells. _ _ _
One morning in a train station in Toronto, we were a little [B] hungover back in my drinking days.
_ [E] _ _ _ [B] And she looks at me and said, Tom, I'm not an alcoholic, I'm a drunk, there's a difference.
_ _ And I never learned until later that the difference is the meetings, that's what it is.
_ _ [E] _ _ [B] _
I didn't know the joke.
[E] Back to the show.
[B] I'm not an alcoholic, I'm a drunk, there's a difference.
Set them up kid, make it smart.
_ I _ _ come from horse traders and half breeds and a savage long [F#] line of hair trigger hearts.
Everybody.
_ Oh [B] baby, I [F#] got a hair trigger [E] heart.
Just the audience.
[Bm] _ Alright, [F#] _ _ [E] one more [Bm] time.
I [F#] got a hair [E] trigger heart. _
_ _ _ _ [G#m] Yeah, all the old [D#m] gunfighters are leaving town.
_ [G#] Pistol packing [F#] mama, lay your pistol down.
[B] I'm still around.
_ _ _ Baby, I've got one more round.
_ _ [F#] And I shall hit the mark _ _ with [B] my hair trigger heart.
Hey! _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [G#m] _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ [D#] And at the far end of eternity [E] you'll find me at a pub they call the Soden Highway Man.
_ [B] I'll have a wax museum mustache, might be missing several fingers on my trigger hand. _
_ _ I'll have forgotten half the alphabet, my name, my age, my Chinese laundry mark.
_ _ _ Between instinct and [E] oblivion, baby, I will always hang on [F#] to my hair trigger heart.
Everybody.
_ Oh [Bm] baby, I [F#] got a hair [E] trigger heart.
A little bit louder now.
[Bm] I [F#] got a hair trigger [E] heart.
One more time [Bm] now.
[F#] I got a hair trigger [E] heart.
Last time.
[B] _ [F#] I got a hair [E] trigger heart. _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ Cowboys we [F#] are. _
Cowboys we [B] shall always be.
Hey! _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ Wah!
[Bm] _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [G#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ Thad Beckman on the guitar from Denver, Colorado. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ [B] Cowboys we are, [G#m] _ cowboys [B] we shall always be.
[E] Quote Pancho Villa. _
[B] You know what Pancho Villa's last words were?
[E] I'm gonna tell you now.
[B] Don't let it in like this [E] boys, tell them I said something.
[B] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [B]
They say trouble rides a fast horse, [E] they say [B]
forgiveness rides a mule.
Oh _ _ [E] _ _ _
[B] yeah, they've said a lot of things [E] and that's [F#] why I have lived [B] by my own rules.
_ [E] _ _ _
[B] You know a man is seen in fragments [E] of scar, limp [B] tattoos and broken teeth.
_ _ [E] _ _ _
[B] Scratch the surface on most men out [E] here and you'll find three men hiding [B] underneath, right?
_ [E] _ _ _
[B] But I've come not here to lecture you of good and evil, black and white, or right or wrong.
You [E] _ _
[B] know I've come to sing my stories, I'm the black Jack Davey of all those old gypsy songs. _ _
A loose cannon they have called me, a half-cocked cowboy bone apart. _ _ _ _
With my war bag full of cheap suits, dead certain [F#] mister of my hair, trigger hard. _ _
[Bm] Oh baby, I got a hair [E] trigger hard.
Everybody now.
[Bm] I [F#] got a hair [E] trigger hard. _
_ _ _ _ [B] Yeah, I've known love from every angle, I never learned the art of the graceful getaway. _
_ [E] _ _ You know [B] the poetry eludes me, I don't give a damn what all the minor poets and songwriters say.
_ _ _ I'm not an alcoholic, I'm a drunk, there's a difference, set them up Jackson.
Make it smart.
_ _ [E] My favorite line in the whole [B] show. _
I stole that from the great Rosalie Sorrells. _ _ _
One morning in a train station in Toronto, we were a little [B] hungover back in my drinking days.
_ [E] _ _ _ [B] And she looks at me and said, Tom, I'm not an alcoholic, I'm a drunk, there's a difference.
_ _ And I never learned until later that the difference is the meetings, that's what it is.
_ _ [E] _ _ [B] _
I didn't know the joke.
[E] Back to the show.
[B] I'm not an alcoholic, I'm a drunk, there's a difference.
Set them up kid, make it smart.
_ I _ _ come from horse traders and half breeds and a savage long [F#] line of hair trigger hearts.
Everybody.
_ Oh [B] baby, I [F#] got a hair trigger [E] heart.
Just the audience.
[Bm] _ Alright, [F#] _ _ [E] one more [Bm] time.
I [F#] got a hair [E] trigger heart. _
_ _ _ _ [G#m] Yeah, all the old [D#m] gunfighters are leaving town.
_ [G#] Pistol packing [F#] mama, lay your pistol down.
[B] I'm still around.
_ _ _ Baby, I've got one more round.
_ _ [F#] And I shall hit the mark _ _ with [B] my hair trigger heart.
Hey! _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [G#m] _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ [D#] And at the far end of eternity [E] you'll find me at a pub they call the Soden Highway Man.
_ [B] I'll have a wax museum mustache, might be missing several fingers on my trigger hand. _
_ _ I'll have forgotten half the alphabet, my name, my age, my Chinese laundry mark.
_ _ _ Between instinct and [E] oblivion, baby, I will always hang on [F#] to my hair trigger heart.
Everybody.
_ Oh [Bm] baby, I [F#] got a hair [E] trigger heart.
A little bit louder now.
[Bm] I [F#] got a hair trigger [E] heart.
One more time [Bm] now.
[F#] I got a hair trigger [E] heart.
Last time.
[B] _ [F#] I got a hair [E] trigger heart. _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ Cowboys we [F#] are. _
Cowboys we [B] shall always be.
Hey! _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ Wah!
[Bm] _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [G#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ Thad Beckman on the guitar from Denver, Colorado. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _